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OC Soul To Keep Lyrics
(Stop the car...

Brooklyn

Do somethin to make me feel better

- I`ma do somethin to make you feel great)



It`s like

Bon Appetit y`all



[ VERSE 1: O.C. ]

Commonly known as O.C. to some of y`all

My peoples call me Mush or Mush

Say it with different twang, it means the same, nigga

The love of her life to your wife is Von Zipper

Shoot darts like cupid, leave em stuck on stupid

How I manoeuvre, leavin em sayin oohs and aahs

Your dream boat-type of man, I`m a god

A straight sin to a love-struck sucker involved

My niggas gimme pound, envious niggas they just nod

(I see everything) to observe is not the word

My style is reserved, a-ddress me as Sir Fly

Gone is the humble kid, I`m gunnin for number one and shit

Brooklyn born and bred, reppin my residence

I can`t live with that, I`m reppin NY

The rotten apple is a place where the strong reside

Some of the illest have died, puttin them feelings aside

But on the live, yo, never seen my cousin Chuck [Name]

Words like cum like a bird suckin me off

She tellin me let her know at the moment I blow

I got sin in my veins, hope I don`t burn up in flames

They say tigers nevfer change they stripes, whoever said it was right

And I say love is life with larceny

Chicken pieces wanna grease up with the darker me

Or maybe possibly rotatin constantly

You mufuckas don`t want no type of parts of me

It`s Mush



[ CHORUS ]

I lay me down to sleep

And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep

Rubbin on my rosary beeds

That if there shouldn`t be a dawn

That I rise and yawn

Then so be it

This is to my niggas, if I should die

Just make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun salute

Cock, aim and shoot

( *gunshots* )



[ VERSE 2: O.C. ]

Yo, echoin shots in your hallways

This is for gangsta niggas fittin the MO

I`m reckon that my medicine will leave you stimmo

Just feel low, step in my world, there`s nothin to fear

Who claimin they live, this is live right here

Walkin with a slew foot and a bop

Speak sideways when I talk

Even when I`m not high my eyes are small

Not very short, yet I`m not so tall

But I got a big heart, big hands and some big-ass balls

I spray walls like a dog, markin territories off

Everytime I touch down in a city of yours

I mix and mingle with my boys, shootin winks at the broads

Shootin drinks to the players, keepin in peace is all

With the fine rides with Wildlife niggas inside

Ahmed, [Name], Show, Bless, Flow, `Nesse, Dre, Buck and PA

My nigga [Name], the women catch a glimpse

As they focus they vision on these players and pimps

Who keep it gully? (That nigga Mush)

Who play it cool like Arthur Fonzarelli

Dippin through my hood with no kind of worries

On the block drinkin malt liquors and hard liquor

Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin Jigga

I`m from B-r-(double o)-k-l-y-n

And if I wasn`t, nigga, then why would I say I am?

I`m from the (slums) with the (bums) and the (rats) and the (guns)

Where the drugs get slung, dispose condoms with cum - one



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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Songwriters: ANTHONY BEST, OMAR CREDLE

Album: Bon Appetit




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